midnight Lyrics

I want to feel the blood of your wounded side

Look you in the eye

Hold your punctured palms in mine

I know this faith is one of action

but I feel very paralyzed

Crippled by the limitations of my own mind

How can I move

If the hands of my belief are tied?

Blessed is she who believes without seeing

I guess I'll sit here and miss my blessing

What do I do now that I'm skeptical of certainty

We can't know this- certainly

I'm scoffing at creeds

Used to run the race but now I'm dragging my feet

It's a slow fade and maybe I should have taken heed

I swallowed the words of eternal life, I thought

Now it seems like they got stuck in my throat

Used to be good news to me

Now it's so hard to stomach it

What is happening?

It's Sunday morning-

I'm singing songs hoping I'll believe them

And the saints have their hands in the air

But I can't raise my hands to a God I don't believe is there

So I keep my hands in my pocket

Right next to anger and resentment

It's bad enough that you let bad things happen

And somehow I'm supposed to trust that it's because you're sovereign

And now I'm supposed to believe that you became man

That you care enough

And I want to

But what once made so much sense

Is now crumbling

What will it take to be rescued from this pit I'm in?

Tell me what it will take to believe again